I wished upon the Moon, last night.
One never knows what She may do:
Deserts, and gardens of delight,
She rules. We lunatics pursue
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A beautiful eloquent poem about the Moon which flows like the beam of the Moon, touched by the color blue to bring insight into our emotions. 10 love Karin
There is somthing with the words you choose..and the clearness and trouth that is guarding each and every line... Beautiful beautiful and beautiful my friend Pia
A masterful pen at work here Will - as ever. Blue's my favourite colour by the way and least favourite frame of mind. You always pull me out of the latter and I'm grateful. t xxx
You color hope blue with rare beauty, my poet friend. Lyricism at its finest. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
The grand Victorians breathe through your words like a bracing, much-needed breeze, bringing tears to one's parched eyes with the music of having one's wishes come true. A song to be sung, very touching indeed. Welcome back, Will. I needed this one, one on a tearful birthday. Love, Susie xx.
..........very nice...beautiful imagery ★